I've always wished that someone would revisit what happened in everyone's faces when Chekov beamed Spock on board with the others from Vulcan when it was destroyed. All of the pain in the room, between Spock losing his mother, and the look on Chekov's face when he lost her and saw Spock's expression upon return.

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"Commandir Spock?" The young man approached cautiously, timidly, and tearful.

"Yes, ensign." The half Vulcan officer turned to face him, almost taken aback by the solemnity of the face that met his gaze.

"May I spweak to you somewhere on somezing priwate?" The ensign struggled to maintain eye contact as his eyes reddened with stinging moisture.

The commander's eyebrows collided momentarily as he nodded and asked the ensign to accompany him to his quarters for their conversation. Once concealed, he offered a chair.

"Tank you, siwr." The boy sat and couldn't help but fidget while his commander sat across from him.

"What is the matter, Mr. Chekov?" When the boy didn't even try to speak, Spock changed his question, "What is it you wished to speak with me about?"

Chekov looked up, distress in his features, and the tears now spilling down his flushing cheeks. "Commandir, I-" His voice cut out and he looked down again, "I wonted to address the ewents zat occurred las mont. Specificly, siwr, za loss o' Wulcan."

The boy's commander sobered tremendously but his confusion grew, "What about it?"

The tears intensified and the boy's eyes locked on the floor beneath his feet, his fingers folding together and meeting his forehead in stress, "Yur moder, siwr."

The half Vulcan commander was shocked that this came up, he had not anticipated it, "My mother?"

Chekov's eyes shot up and bore into his commander's, "I trwied to git her back, siwr, I had her locked in an I los her an I saw da look on yur face when you were aboard an I knew it was my fawlt, siwr, I-"

The commander leaned forward and set a hand on the young man's shoulders, causing him to stutter.

"I am so surry, siwr." Chekov lowered his eyes again whispering, "So surry."

Spock firmed his grip on his officer's shoulder until he looked up at him, fearful, but the half human side of Spock had its turn at consoling the boy, "I never blamed you for that. Please know that and forgive yourself."

Chekov nodded firmly and scrambled to wipe the tears from his face before trying to smile at his commander.

Spock smiled back, sad but reassuring eyes, and helped the boy to his feet, "You're a fine officer, Mr. Chekov. I've never doubted that and neither should you. You do great work, so let's get back to that, shall we?"

Chekov silently agreed and allowed himself to be lead to the door. "Siwr?"

"Yes, Mr. Chekov." Spock permitted hesitation before leaving his quarters.

"You made a wonderful ceptin, and you are a wonderful commanir. I hope I cin be as strong as you sum day."